Buffalo Hunting

June 30, 2024
 
Reflection from the Heart of Allan Redenius
 
Not too long ago, one of my friends was giving me a hard time.  Everyone laughed—at my expense.  This is what I told my friend.  “I’m going to take you buffalo hunting.”  To that he asked, “Where are you going to find a buffalo?”  Right then, I had him right where I wanted him.  I said, “You’re the buffalo!”
 
Why did I think of buffalo?  Earlier that week, another friend said she had gone camping north of Algona, Iowa.  I have been there at that campsite and nearby is a conservation building with a stuffed buffalo.  I asked of my friend, “Did you see the buffalo?”  Well, of course she did!
 
I proceeded to tell this tale.  I grew up in a town named Titonka, which in the Sioux language means, “buffalo.”  I said, “That same stuffed buffalo once roamed around the outskirts of my hometown every Thursday evening, around dark.  No one dared to leave the safety of town.  Once upon a time, legend has it that some boys went out of town on a Thursday evening, around dusk.  They never returned.”  Scratching her head, my friend asked, “Did the buffalo eat them or gore them?”  To that I replied, “I don’t know.  I never went out of town on Thursday nights.”
 
Now some of you might think that’s a lot of bull.  You’re wrong.  That’s a lot of buffalo!
 
I know, I know.  I’m not quite right! 😊
 
Living life and loving Jesus,
Pastor Allan
 
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